Waiting for her “recovery” I start up again, circling that hard clit with my tongue while gently pinching it. Her moaning is loud and she’s clen...hing the sheets in her fists; she wants that orgasm, wants it so bad and here I am denying this hot wet tasty slut that pleasure. But then the denial is pleasure in itself.Sweating, her perfect body glistens; the tropical air makes us sweaty and hot. Streams of salty perspiration trickle down our bodies; I taste that salty flavor mixed in with her hot. Standing there I watched what she was trying toDo.Any thing secrets with her – and for a peep into herPooru, weather it hairy or not- how it looks like. IWas eagerly waiting – she widened her thighs more,There I succeeded to have a sight into her whole thighAnd her finger began rubbing pubic hair, heavy andThick, curly, covering the whole area – a naturalPooru area– by which she casted a girl for me – butUnable to see it fully. After rubbing her pubic hairArea she started rubbing her pooru lips. “ ... I thought I heard music.”“That was me ... Well, both of us. Joey gave me this power to broadcast music mentally.”“What was that piece? It was beautiful.”“Love theme from Superman. ‘Can You Read My Mind?’, orchestral version.” Annie smiled. “I’ve listened to it so many times I’ve memorized it. I’m a sucker for any movie about flying. Top Gun, Peter Pan, Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang. Those Magnificent Men In Their Flying Machines.” They both giggled. “How about you? What do you like?”Snow Angel. The riots had spread and the suppression of them had begun just before reaching their home. The authorities went so far as to use strategic releases of the gas to cow the riot.What were they thinking? Rigging the lottery. The fools.Prying herself up from the floor she took in heavy breaths and headed to their kitchen to fix up some food. They found dinner already made for them.“Grandma, are you here?” Jess yelled out.Lara joined her in the kitchen. “She must be sleeping or maybe Timara made.